On-the-go poetry entry #18


"Favorite Ghost"
 
fell hard
for you

still trying
to get 
back up

you left me
broken
bare

and I wonder

am I even
a passing memory?

because to me
it's still 
so fresh

the love

forever 
floating
there

I saved it 
for you

because
you're my
favorite ghost

and if this
is what they call
heartbreak

then

it's yours
that hurts
the most

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